Chapter 17 #2
He opens the glass door to the shower and ushers me in.
I stand under the hot water and feel myself start to relax.
Why is hot water therapy so damn effective?
I lean on the wall…my habit when trying to relax.
Then I feel the door open and turn to see a naked Joshua getting in with me.
My eyes drop down the length of his body…
to his tattoo. My name branding his perfect body.
I grab him in an affectionate embrace, unable to help myself.
“Turn around, Presh, and let me wash your back,” he whispers into the top of my head.
I smile broadly up at him. He frowns. “What?”
“You called me, Presh,” I whisper.
He smirks. “Did I?”
I nod and smile again as I turn away from him.
His hands slowly rub soap all over my back and he washes me in deep massaging strokes, his hands rubbing deep into the muscles over the tops of my shoulders.
Down my arms, back up over my shoulders.
My eyes close at the contact. Hmm, this feels so good.
He gently kisses the side of my ear and I smile into him.
“Thank you,” I whisper. He stills. “For what?”
“For being here and looking after me. It means a lot.”
He turns me and kisses me gently on the lips.
“Do you want to know a secret?” he asks.
I nod and smile.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else either,” he whispers. Our eyes meet and my heart melts. I love this man.
I pull his face down to meet mine and I kiss him.
My open lips linger over his and my tongue slowly invites him in.
We kiss again, more deeply, more passionately, and I feel his erection grow against my stomach.
His hands move to hold my face and he kisses me urgently.
My hands drop down his body to his hips and back up to the backs of his shoulders.
His strength and the power of his body starts to take me to a place where I lose all coherent thought.
I pull back from him. “Let me wash you,” I whisper.
His tongue runs over his bottom lip as his gaze holds mine.
I turn him away from me and start to soap up his back.
I swallow in awe, Joshua’s body is perfect, never have I seen such a perfect male specimen.
I can see every muscle in his back, his buttocks are rock hard and, Abbie’s right, I could very well grate cheese on that stomach.
He stands with his hands, above his head, resting on the top of the shower screen.
My hands run freely over his back and I am starting to feel my pulse between my legs, hear my heartbeat in my ears.
I bend and wash his legs, over his buttocks and then I turn him around to face me.
Water is beading all over him and his eyes are on my lips.
My eyes drop to the perfect muscle between his legs.
Rock hard and ready for action as it lies up against his stomach.
God, he’s so beautiful. I hold his eyes with mine as I re-soap my hands and drop my hands to between his legs.
His breath catches as I take his lips in mine and stroke him upwards towards his face.
He kisses me deeper and I stroke again, deeper this time, more urgent.
He groans and takes hold of my face as his tongue takes possession of my mouth.
My God, he’s so hot. I start to fist him deeply and he groans as he watches me, his mouth hanging slack as he breathes heavily.
His eyes close and I really let him have it, my hand stroking him hard and long, my tongue diving deeper with want.
His arms are wrapped around me protectively and the hot water runs over our backs.
His eyes start to close and I know he’s close.
He lurches forward and grabs hold of my behind. “Tash,” he
whispers into my neck.
I put the palm of my hand over the end of his shaft and pull him hard into it with my other hand, signifying hitting the inside end of me.
“Tash,” he whispers as he lurches forward, and I kiss him deeply again.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper.
His eyes roll back in his head and he groans from his stomach as he comes in a rush into my hand.
I smile a triumphant smile into our kiss, that’s it, that’s it.
I keep gently stroking him to empty him completely as he kisses me tenderly.
He rests his head into the crook of my neck as he breathes heavily, and I can feel his heart beating hard in his chest.
He lifts his head and looks at me and I smile. He kisses me again as he pushes the hair back from my face. His hands drop down my body. “Your turn,” he whispers.
I shake my head and pull back from his grip as I continue kissing him.
“This isn’t about turns, Josh,” I murmur through the kisses. “What’s it about?” he frowns.
“Love,” I smile as I kiss him again. “This is about love.” He smiles into my neck and cuddles me tightly.
“Remind me to comfort you from your nightmares more often,” he murmurs into my neck.
I laugh and shake my head as I open the shower door. “Get to bed, sex maniac.”
He smiles and smacks me hard on the ass as he brushes past me. “You know it, baby.”
Deja vu…Why, oh why, is it coming back to haunt me?
I wish I was having it about Joshua telling me he loved me.
But no, I am having it because I woke alone this morning.
No note, no kiss, no goodbye. Just a memory of some intermittent tenderness last night…
or did I dream that too? I am sitting in the cafeteria at the hospital where I work, it’s lunch time.
My phone beeps a message and I look at the screen in hope. Jes, my heart drops.
Hi Doc,
Can we have dinner tonight?
I frown. I do not want to have dinner with you, Jes, I want to have dinner with Joshua. I type him a message.
Sorry, I can’t.
My gran is sick, and I am tied up at the moment.
I will call you in a few weeks.
A reply bounces back.
When?
I miss you.
I haven’t seen you for two weeks.
My stomach drops, he shouldn’t be missing me. We are just friends. I smile and text him back.
Call up short and slutty Barbie.
Take her for dinner
Unlike me, she will repay you with a blow job.
I smile as I imagine him reading it. A message bounces back.
Call me.
I laugh and drink my coffee. He really is gorgeous.
Jes and I have become friends and, unlike the relationship between Joshua and me, it is just so uncomplicated.
I don’t care if he sleeps with anyone else, I don’t want to go out with him, but I have an underlying affection for him.
It’s strange. I have never had it before with any other male.
Either I wanted them, or I didn’t, but with Jes it’s different.
He makes me understand Abbie in a way I never have before.
She has a deep affection for the men she dates but she is not in love with any of them, yet she cares for them and she has sex with them.
Until I met Jesten, I could never understand that, but now I think I do.
He makes me laugh and he calls me every couple of days, either with a dirty joke or to arrange coffee or something and, if he doesn’t call me, I do notice it … but it doesn’t bother me, weird.
Back to Mr. Stanton, did we have a moment last night or was that wishful thinking on my part?
How did it go from him comforting me, to me jacking him off in the shower and then him being wrapped around me affectionately all night?
He said before that he never stayed with me because he couldn’t say goodbye to me.
Was that the case this morning or was he just dying to chew his arm off to get out of there without waking me up?
I rub my hands over my face in frustration.
Joshua Stanton, you are a total mindfuck… welcome back!
Joshua
It’s 7.30 am and I have been back from the gym for an hour.
I am showered and ready for work. I sit at my computer in my hotel room as I plug my phone into it.
I didn’t watch this yesterday because I didn’t want to see it before I went out with Natasha last night.
I didn’t need further ammunition to weaken my resistance.
On Saturday night, when we got back from the club and she was drunk, she made me film her while she danced for me. I press play.
Her laugh echoes through the computer monitor and I smile broadly.
“What are you doing with my phone?” I ask. The phone camera pans around the room randomly, ceiling, floor, wall, and then it comes onto me. I am sitting on her bed with my back up against the headboard, and I am fully dressed.
“Oh yes, ladies, Joshua Stanton is back on my bed and in the house. Are you jealous much?”
She laughs and then the camera goes up and down in a nod.
I smile at her idiocy. “I know, I know. Let’s make another movie,” she giggles.
“What shall we call it?” She walks around the end of the bed with the camera still on me and I raise my eyebrows in question.
She trips over the end of the bed and drops the phone.
“Oops, who put that bed there?” she giggles.
I can hear my loud laughter at her in the background. She laughs again and the camera goes in all directions again as she stands back up and focuses the camera back on me.
“What shall we call our new movie, baby?” she asks.
My heart stops at the sound of her calling me that, I can see it on my face as it falls. Maybe I should turn this movie off, it’s just going to mess with my head even further. I bring my pointer up to my mouth and run it over my lips as I think and lean back on my chair.
“Natasha on her knees,” I smile at the screen.
“Ohh yeah, that’s a good one,” she snaps. “What about Joshua just jizzed?”
I hear my laughter echo through the room and the camera goes all over the shop again as she laughs uncontrollably.
“I like that one too,” I smile. “Give me the phone I want to film you.”
I hold my hand out for the phone and she shakes the camera side to side in a no signal.
“I am filming you. Oh, I know, why don’t I do a dance for you?
” She bursts into laughter again and I find myself smiling broadly at the computer screen.
She’s such a frigging idiot. I have never been with a woman that doesn’t try to be cool in front of me and yet Natasha is a total fool in front of me all the time… and I love it.
“Oh my God, I know the song. Pass me my phone.” She holds out her hand and I pass her phone to her from her handbag.
“Give me the camera,” I hold out my hand and she passes me my phone and I start to film her.
She is wearing a short yellow dress and has her shoes off.
Her dark hair is messed up and sexy. She looks edible.
She holds her hand out in front of her to accentuate her point.
“Oh my God, this is our new song because I am singing it to you…right?” She steps to the side as the alcohol steals her balance and she laughs as she fiddles with the phone.
“Where the hell is this song?” she snaps, and I laugh out loud again. “Got it, are you ready?”
The camera goes up and down in a nod and I find myself smiling at the computer screen.
The door opens, I pause the film and my eyes flick to Cameron and Adrian as they walk into my room. “Do you mind?” I snap.
They both lean over my shoulder to see what I am watching. “Not a bit,” Cameron smiles as he pulls up a chair.
Adrian narrows his eyes at the screen. “What is she doing?” he frowns.
I sit back in my chair. “Dancing,” I smile.
Adrian smiles broadly. “She’s so hot. Play the tape.” He pulls up another chair on the other side of me. I slowly press play, it’s a Rihanna song. ‘Only girl in the world.’
Natasha grabs a hairbrush off her side table and starts to sing into it.
La la la La la la
Want you to love me, like I’m a hot ride Be thinking of me, doing what you like.
She runs her hands up and down her body while she dances, and I immediately feel myself harden. My eyes close.
Adrian laughs out loud. “I love this girl.” She starts to flick her hair around crazily.
We all sit still, riveted to the spot. She sings again.
Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love Like I’m the only one who knows your heart.
She points at me and leans in and kisses me slowly. The camera goes onto the side and then rests downwards on the bed. I swallow uncomfortably as both of the boys look at me.
“I thought nothing happened,” Cameron says flatly.
I shrug my shoulders as my eyes go back to the screen. She jumps up on the bed in a rush and my laughter fills the room again.
“Listen to yourself laughing.” Adrian smiles at me as he puts his hand on my shoulder in a reassuring gesture. I nod as my eyes stay riveted on the screen.
She stands above me on the bed, and she sings into the hairbrush while flicking her hair around crazily.
We all sit silent as she drops in a straddle over my body and slowly lifts her dress over her shoulders. She is wearing a yellow lace bra and G-string that match her dress. Her beautiful tanned body is on display. I immediately press the pause button.
“For my eyes only, boys,” I snap as my eyes flick to them. “Please tell me you are going over there right now to tell
her you want her back,” Cameron sighs.
I shake my head sadly. “No, it’s over between us. You can only come back so many times after being kicked to the curb.”
Adrian frowns. “But you stayed there last night.”
I nod and drop my head in shame. “Yeah, I was a total prick at dinner and made her cry and I just can’t stand seeing her upset. I couldn’t leave her.”
Adrian’s eyes hold mine. “Why do you think that you can’t leave her when she’s upset?”
I shrug as I link my hands on top of my head.
“I know why.” Adrian smiles. “You’re still in love with her.”
With a heavy heart I sigh. “Natasha and I are finished, I can no longer trust her, end of story.”